Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out London bridge
One morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a chain,
'Tis not the of many
He was born of royal breed
And to a virtuous lady.

Go bridle me my white steed,
Go me my pony,
I will ride to London
To for the life of my Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie never nor cow nor calf,
He hurted any,
Stole sixteen of the royal deer,
And he them in Bohenny.

Two pretty have I born,
The lies in my body,
I'd part with them every one
If you'd spare the of Geordie.

The judge over his left shoulder,
He said maid I'm sorry
He said maid you must be gone
For I pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a chain,
'Tis not the of many,
Stole sixteen of the king's deer
And he sold in Bohenny.